Chapter 159 - One Man Eliminating a Thousand

Run!

Almost instantly, this notion sprang up in Liu Shan's mind.

Chen Fan had killed Tan Wanshan with three punches, making a Yuanfu realm expert seem like an ant and displaying his might.

He no longer had the guts to show off his prestige as a Yuanfu realm expert in front of Chen Fan and wanted to prioritize escaping.

Hence, he abandoned all concerns and hastily fled into the distance.

His life now took precedence over his affiliations with the Liu clan, the Tan clan, or any of his descendants.

“Father!”

“Grandfather!”

Liu Hong and Liu Rulong immediately felt like they had fallen into a deep abyss, all strength slipping away when they saw Liu Shan abandoning them and running away.

“Thinking of escaping in front of me? How na?ve!” Chen Fan laughed coldly.

His Wings of Rain Dragon instantly tore through the air, catching up to Liu Shan at nearly double his speed. His terrifying fist blasted toward Liu Shan.

Bang!

Frantically fleeing for his life, Liu Shan had no thoughts of crossing moves with Chen Fan. So, the attack landed on him, and he plummeted to the ground like a bird with broken wings.

Swish!

Chen Fan also swooped down.

“Don’t, don’t kill me. I’ll do anything for you. I am even willing to be your clan’s servant. All I ask for is to spare my life!”

Liu Shan had been knocked out of the sky and vomited blood continuously.

Terrified, he disregarded his injuries, kneeling on the ground and kowtowing for mercy. None of the imposing presence he once exuded remained.

“Be my clan’s servant? You’re not worthy!”

Chen Fan’s icy cold voice announced Liu Shan’s death sentence. Chen Fan, like a god descending to the mortal world, unleashed a punch, piercing through Liu Shan's chest and ending his life.

Tan Wanshan and Liu Shan, both Yuanfu realm powerhouses, had sought to subdue the Chen Clan. However, Chen Fan quickly overwhelmed and killed them one after another.

Silence enveloped the entire Xuanyang City.

Tan Wanshan and Liu Shan’s arrival had made Tan Yunlong believe that the Chen Clan was about to fall into despair, but Chen Fan had fulfilled his promise.

Tan Yunlong truly tasted the bitterness of despair.

He finally knew what despair meant.

The higher the hopes, the more profound the despair when shattered.

Chen Fan's strategy wasn't to kill Tan Yunlong but to strip away every vestige of hope.

Chen Zhengqing, Chen Tianxiong, and their companions stood in stunned silence as if their souls had been frozen.

Yuanfu realm experts were killed easily like ants in Chen Fan’s hands.

“Young Patriarch is invincible!”

“Young Patriarch is invincible!”

Suddenly, the Chen Clan’s side erupted with excited cheers.

They had fallen into despair due to Tan Wanshan and Liu Shan’s arrival, but the mood shifted dramatically after Chen Fan killed them.

Stunned initially, the onlookers soon found their spirits reignited, cheering with unrestrained enthusiasm.

“Hahahaha, Young Patriarch is mighty. Even Yuanfu realm experts are nothing more than a fart in front of him, weak as an ant!”

Wang Tieshan’s voice rumbled like thunder as he laughed heartily.

“Good, good. As expected of my son! Killing a Yuanfu realm with three punches, incredible!” Chen Zhengqing, too, joined the laughter, his voice resonating like thunder.

“Chen Clan members, with me, kill!”

Chen Tianxiong, seemingly rejuvenated, waved his hand, leading the charge toward the two clans. His cultivation surged, capturing the attention of the onlookers.

“People from the Tan and Liu clans, put down your weapons and surrender; I will not kill you. If you continue being stubborn, don’t blame me for showing no mercy!”

Chen Fan’s voice rumbled like thunder, resounding in the ears of the two clans’ men.

Immediately, some private troops dropped their weapons and knelt on the ground, their hands raised in surrender.

“I surrender, I surrender, don’t kill me!”

“I surrender too! I surrender too!”

“......”

The army collapsed like a mountain.

Chen Fan’s prestige peaked after slaying Tan Wanshan and Liu Shan, decimating the enemy private troops’ morale. They removed their helmets and armor, kneeling on the ground and begging for mercy.

Tan Feng and the other Qi Grandmasters were also in despair.

Even their Yuanfu realm patriarchs were dead. They had lost all hopes of turning the situation around.

They hadn't anticipated anything close to it before they had deployed their troops.

Their unstoppable force should have trampled the Chen Clan, but...

“Let’s go all out. That little bastard Chen Fan definitely won't let our clans’ people go. We can't kill him, but what about his grandfather and father? Even if we die, we must make him suffer. Have him suffer for the rest of his life!”

A ruthless look flashed in Tan Feng’s eyes. Following a roar, he, Liu Hong, Liu Rulong, and Tan Yunlong immediately charged at Chen Tianxiong.

“You’re courting death!”

A fierce light shone in Chen Fan’s eyes. He stomped on the ground; immediately, cracks spread on the ground as his cultivation was activated. The limestone tiles soon broke into many tiny pieces.

Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!

He stomped on the ground again, and these limestone pieces tore through the air, shooting at his enemies.

The limestone fragments struck the elders of the Tan and Liu clans, killing many and injuring others.

As for Tan Feng’s group of four, the attack shattered their protective primeval qi and riddled them.

Chen Fan spread his wings like a roc and came flying over. Their vision blurred as a finger pierced the area between their brows.

Bang, bang, bang, bang!

Four explosion sounds rang out.

Chen Fan’s finger pierced Tan Feng and the others’ hard skulls as if they were tofu. His strength erupted, blowing up their heads.

Tan Feng’s group of four met a swift demise.

The elders of the two clans were thoroughly stricken with fear. Someone yelled, “Quickly go! Run! Whoever can get away, just run! This little bastard is a dev...”

Before the Tan Clan elder could finish his sentence, Chen Fan swept in like the wind, and the elder's head exploded, his voice silenced abruptly.

The remaining core clansmen, gripped by fear, abandoned any notion of continuing the fight. Scared witless, they scattered in all directions, stumbling over themselves.

The Tan and Liu clans were defeated—crushed by Chen Fan alone.

Chen Fan, however, harbored no mercy for these core clansmen, unlike the private troops who had ceased resistance. Their fate was sealed: Chen Fan had to end them.

Despite their attempts to escape, evading Chen Fan proved futile.

......

Everyone from Xuanyang City witnessed the Chen Clan’s battle. Some people from other martial clans observed from afar; their minds were shaken.

No one had anticipated the two clans’ defeat, even with the intervention of their Yuanfu realm powerhouses.

The Chen Clan had produced Chen Fan, who had beat the two clans to a pulp alone. Their Yuanfu realm powerhouses were killed on the spot, leaving onlookers incredulous.

Chen Fan's reputation in Xuanyang City had been that of a martial trash, born with an iron-like dantian.

However, this battle shattered that preconception. Who would still dare call Chen Fan a martial trash?

A Qi Grandmaster had defied the heavens, slaying Yuanfu realm experts. Even those considered proud sons of heaven with exceptional talents paled in comparison.

Currently, everyone found the situation unreal.

Chen Fan was too different from the image they had in their minds. They were like two different people.

Henceforth, Xuanyang City would be under the dominion of those bearing the Chen surname.